For a moment we just stood there like that, hugging. I didn't know how long that was going to last, and I wanted it to be forever, but I knew something was going to have to stop us. Right then I just let the worry slide from my mind, letting nothing ruin my joy. I didn't think, I just felt.
What did I feel like, you ask? I felt like a little child, hugging a tall parent, trying to measure up to them in even the slightest way. I felt like I was one year old (I was like five in human brain stuff by then), no totally knowing what was going on, still wrapped up in peace. It felt like I never killed my mom. I pictured all those years she would have been there, kissing me goodnight, taking me to school with her, laughing with me, playing games with me, spending time with me. All those fake memo
